TW: ALL

Authors Note: Tell me if u want me to finish this!

The hustle and bustle of New York City was no match for me. I quickly manuevered my way through the seas of people, clutching my messenger bag to my chest. I continued my way, when suddenly an old woman stopped in my pathway. I accidentally bumped her, knocking her purse and hat out of her hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Here, let me get that.", I said. "Oh, it's quite alright, young man.", She smiled and plopped on the bench. I bent down to retreive her purse when I noticed something off about her wallet. I grabbed it and handed it to her. "The photo..", I said.

"Oh, this?" She pulled out a photo of her and a young boy. "What?", I cried. "It's my grandson, Trevor. Why? Do you know him?", She asked.

"No, I just swear..that I thought the photo was of me and my family. It just spooked me. I'm so sorry for running into you and my nosiness afterwards.", I said. I waved and left her sitting on the bench.